The scene is Saturday evening bath time. Despite having a cold, Jack babbles playfully away in the tub, while his adoring parents look on. He plays with his 'blub-blub' (fish) and he repeatedly squeezes the little blue whale.
'You know what kind of amazes me?" I ask Matt.
"In fifteen months, he has never actually pooped in the tub", which is saying a lot, because he has pooped just about everywhere else.
"Oh, you totally jinxed that. Now he is gonna crap." Matt sighs.
"Shut it" I scoff. Everyone knows that doesn't mean anything.
Jack looks up, smiles at Mommy and Daddy, and stands up to get out of the tub. Then, he changes his mind, squats back down in the water to pick up the red fish...
...and POOPS IN THE BATHTUB.